And I, what is my crime I cannot tell,
More quotes by Richard Crashaw
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer’s day.
Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
’Tis love, not years or limbs that can
Make the martyr, or the man.
Teares, quickly fled,
And vaine, as those are shed
For a dying Maydenhead.
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And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Not for the body, but for the heart; companion and company are needed.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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